Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 78 Then give me your power! Tiger Emperor: That's exactly what I mean.

One is a wanderer who seals away demons, the other is the enemy of all civilizations in the universe, the ultimate destroyer.

Upon hearing that the former had defeated and sealed the latter, Yuujin Itadori felt his brain tremble and couldn't believe it was real.

"You're joking, right?"

Faced with his future self's indifferent attitude, Itadori knew he had asked a foolish question, but quickly and cautiously asked again, "Then—what does that have to do with our current situation? Wasn't Gilbaris defeated by Nishikita Kageryu?"

"He was defeated, but as Gilbaris, who uses cursed power as his energy source, as long as someone remembers him, he will eventually be able to return from the curse and become stronger. That is why he cannot be defeated."

"!"

"I don't know how long Gilbaris existed. All I know is that after Nishikida Keiryu died, he couldn't think of any way to guarantee that he could defeat Gilbaris again after his reincarnation."

"So, before he died, he asked the two owners of the immortality formula from a thousand years ago to set up a barrier that encompassed the entire world and to establish a constraint, in exchange for the erasure of his own existence, to erase all records about Gilbaris, thereby completely destroying Gilbaris."

Having said that, Itsuji immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

Locke's older self reappeared in the world, seeking him out in his old age and telling him everything about Gilbaris, which means—

"That's right, Gilbaris was eventually resurrected, all because of that damned demon Onijuro."

Mentioning the demon Onijuro, the elderly Itadori instantly gritted his teeth, clenching his fists as if he wanted to kill him on the spot, but then he let go.

"Forget it, no matter how much I say, it's useless. The bond I made back then is still in effect. You will forget everything after you leave here. Maru has already tried, but it's no use."

"Then—what should I do?"

"All you need to know is that because of you, Locke, who could have defeated Gilbaris, ultimately failed and was sealed in the core chamber by only 0.001% of Gilbaris remaining."

"Because of—me?"

"That's right, it's because of you, and because of me, because of Hisahito Itadori."

The moment the words left his mouth, the entire carriage was suddenly engulfed in blood.

The churning seawater inside the carriage instantly transformed into thick, viscous blood. The marine life that had been swimming around disintegrated into fragments that floated on the bloody waves. Blood bubbles burst one after another, and a pungent, putrid stench instantly filled every inch of space, irritating and suffocating.

"It was you who brought Su Nuo back to the world."

It was you who allowed your companions to be wantonly played with by real people, even being deprived of the right to fight;

It was you who caused the deaths of 40,000 innocent people in Shibuya;

It is you who will cause the entire world, and even the entire universe, to completely lose any possibility of a future!

The elderly man with the cane stepped over the stench-filled, surging blood, slowly but resolutely walking towards his younger self.

He stared into the young Huzhang's eyes, which were filled with fear and whose very soul seemed to tremble. Seeing the disbelief on the other's face, every word felt like a blood-soaked blade, piercing his heart.

With a wave of his cane, the old man silently sliced ​​the entire train carriage, the surrounding seawater, and everything else into a neat and uniform grid, as if the world itself had been cleaved open and torn apart inch by inch.

Apart from the tiny four-square-meter area beneath their feet, all the shattered pieces crashed down into the boundless, dark abyss below.

The surging blood poured down the crack in front of them, and all the light and shadow around them disappeared. They were instantly swallowed up by the boundless silence and darkness.

In Hisahito Itadori's eyes, numbness washed over all emotions like a tidal wave. The world appeared distorted and chaotic in his eyes, with countless fragments of broken memories surging and emerging wildly before him.

He saw everything, saw the evil consequences of his own actions, from having everything to having nothing, from being the weakest to becoming the strongest in some way, and went to fight the black dragon.

Until the final defeat, until seeing the Black Dragon's earth-shattering cannon fire covering everything, easily turning the half-moon into dust.

Despair, regret, pain, anger, and grief—all these emotions surged like a bursting torrent, overwhelming his heart and making it impossible for him to even breathe.

It hurts—it hurts so much.

The purgatory I am experiencing now, the catastrophe that is destined for the future, every scene is heart-wrenching.

The excruciating pain completely overwhelmed him. He collapsed to his knees before his elderly self, pressing one hand tightly against his aching chest and the other hand gripping the other's clothes. The world before him was twisted and reshaped once again in the extreme agony.

They suddenly fell back into the real world.

The real man was toying with his completely hypnotized and powerless companions, a morbid smile on his lips, spouting insane ravings about turning them into puppet toys.

"Lulala~ Lulala~"

Kam Tin Gyeongryong is finished! Kam Tin Gyeongryong is finished!

He chuckled, his eyes gleaming with cruel interest. "Hehe—where should we start to make it more fun?"

The elderly man with the cane looked at all this expressionlessly and coldly reminded her: "Do you see? This is the beginning of all suffering, and you can do nothing about it."

The next second, Itadori saw everything that would happen in the future. Watching the real man wantonly ravage his companions, Itadori's rationality instantly collapsed.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he stumbled forward like a madman, roaring as he tried to stop it all.

"Stop it, you bastard!!!"

But the reality is that he can't hit a real person at all. Instead, he loses his balance and falls down. No matter how many times he falls hard to the ground, his forehead is bruised, his elbows are scraped, and blood mixed with dust covers his face.

No matter how many punches he threw, his knuckles turned white and his arms trembled until they were weak, the real person in front of him was just an untouchable phantom.

His fists pierced through the chest time and time again, but couldn't even touch a corner of the opponent's clothes or a trace of his magical power. All the struggles, all the roars, all the desperate efforts were all in vain.

"Stop! Stop!! Why are you doing this—why!!"

With blood seeping from his seven orifices, Huzhang stared blankly at the tragedy before him, his eyes already completely overwhelmed by despair.

He abruptly turned his head, looking at his future self standing indifferently to the side. Unable to contain the rage surging within him any longer, he rushed forward, grabbed the other's collar, and screamed, "Why! You came back! Why didn't you stop all of this! Aren't you strong! Aren't you capable of defeating anyone except the Black Dragon! Why!!!"

The elderly Tiger Staff coldly looked at his own face covered in blood and tears, and said indifferently, "Because I can't do it. Maru's technique has its limits. Reversing time is not without cost. I have already spent five hundred years of my lifespan to get to where I am now, and I have even lost my body and am left with only this exhausted soul."

The truth shattered all hope like a hammer blow. Yuji Itadori, utterly exhausted, desperately released his future self, his knees slamming heavily to the ground, finally collapsing and bursting into tears.

"Then why did you do this! Why didn't you just kill me! Take my place!"

Faced with his heart-wrenching roar, the elderly Itadori spoke indifferently, as cold as ice that never melts: "Because I hate you, Itadori Hisahito. It was your choice that dragged us into this abyss of no return. You are the beginning of all misfortune. No one around you can get a proper death. You are the true cursed child, Itadori Hisahito."

"Do you know how painful it is to reverse time? It's ten thousand times more painful than the most unimaginable pain. The only reason I've endured this long is because of my hatred for you, so one..."

"I curse you, Hisahito Itadori, I curse you to live a life of despair in eternal solitude."

"Then what's the point of all this?!"

Upon hearing those familiar yet chilling final words, Itajō's last line of defense crumbled completely. His eyes bloodshot, he frantically grabbed his future self by the neck, roaring with blood and fury, "If that's how it is, then give me the power! I need power! I need the power to change everything! Let me change all of this!"

The usually serene old man, with his taciturn expression, finally showed a barely perceptible ripple.

He slowly raised his right hand, then suddenly pulled it back, and with overwhelming force, pierced through the heart of the young Huzhang.

Warm blood spurted out, and the elderly Tiger Cane looked at him, his voice as soft as a sigh, yet carrying a timeless firmness: "That's what I mean."

Subsequently, the remnant soul from sixty-eight years in the future began to infiltrate the physical body in reverse, engraving spell patterns and the essence of the body deep within his bones and blood, transferring everything except his memories to his younger self.

Yujin Itadori floated in mid-air, his resilient and powerful soul energy surging and overflowing uncontrollably, with intense white light constantly bursting forth and flowing from his eyes and lips.

In this process of spiritual refinement and inheritance, the body of the elderly *Polygonum cuspidatum* is gradually becoming transparent and faint.

In the instant before he was about to completely vanish, he looked at his younger self before him, his voice hoarse yet deep as metal: "Kishinda Keiryu once said that the path to becoming a warrior is inherently lonely."

Because warriors must fight on and win every battle to protect all those they must protect.

"What a pity—I've been losing the whole time, I've never won."

Fortunately, I experienced all the inevitable defeats and heart-wrenching pains for you.

"So - Japanese knotweed Yuhito!!!

Become a warrior!

Become—a solitary strongman!!!

Before the words were finished, the remnant soul from sixty-eight years in the future transferred everything it possessed to its younger self, its body growing increasingly faint and ethereal, about to completely vanish into nothingness.

In the instant before he completely vanished, all the hatred, regret, and pain that had accumulated in his heart melted away, leaving only a clear and peaceful state.

He slowly closed his eyes, whispering his most tender blessings to the boy before him.

"I must die surrounded by a crowd—!"

Meanwhile, the real person who was arranging the toys tilted his head, thinking about who to start with. He didn't notice that Hisahito Itadori, who was lying behind him, twitched his finger.